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N man, in his own image made,

How much did God bestow ! The whole creation homage paid,

And own'd him Lord below !
2 He dwelt in Eden's garden, ftor'd

With sweets for ev'ry sense ;
And there, with his descending Lord,

He walk'd in confidence.
3 But, oh! by fin how quickly chang'd!

His honour forfeired,
His heart from God and truth estrang'd,

His conscience fill'd with dread !
4 Now from his Maker's voice he flees,

Which was before his joy;
And thinks to hide, amidst the trees,
From an all-feeing eye.


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5 Compeil'd to answer to his name,

With stubbornnefs and pride,
He cast on God himself the blame;

Nor once for mercy cry'd.
6 But grace, unalk’d, his heart subdu'd,

And all his guilt forgave ;
By faith the promis'd feed he view'd,

And felt his power to save.
7 Thus we ourselves would justify,

Tho we the law transgress; Like bim, unable to deny,

Unwilling to confefs. 8 But when by faith the finner fees

A pardon bought with blood; Then he forsakes his foolish pleas,

And gladly turns to God.

II. CAIN and ABEL. Chap. iv. 3.--8.

I WHEN Adam fell, he quickly loft

God's image which he once poffess’d : See All our nature fince could boast

In Cain, his first-born fon, express'd! a The Sacrifice the Lord ordain'd

In type of the Redeemer's blood,
Self-righteous reas’ning Cain disdain'd,

And thought his own first-fruits as good. 3 Yet rage and envy fill'd his mind,

When with a fullen downcaft look,
He saw his brother favour find,

Who God's appointed method took. 4 By Cain's own hand good Abel dy'd,

Because the Lord approv'd his faith;
And, when his blood for vengeance cry'd,
He vainly thought to hide his death.

5 Such was the wicked murd'rer Cain,

And such by nature still are we,
Until by grace we're born again,

Malicious, blind, and proud, as he.
6 Like him, the way of grace we flight,

And in our own devices trust;
Call evil good, and darkness light,

And hate and persecute the juft. 7 The faints in ev'ry age and place,

Have found his history fulfillid;
The numbers all our thoughts furpass,

Of Abels, whom the Cains have kill'd! & Thus Jefus fell-but, oh! his blocd

Far better things than Abel's cries t;
Obtains his murd'rers peace with God,
And gains them inansions in the skies.

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III. C. Walking with God. Chap. v. 24.
OH! for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light, to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the bleffedness I knew

When first I law the Lord ?
Where is the foul-refrething view

Of Jesus, and his word ?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd !

How sweet their mem'ry still !
But they have left an aching void,

Tho world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet meflinger of reft ;
I hate the fins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast:

Rom. viii. 36. + Heb. xii. 24.

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5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only thee.
5 So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

IV. Another.


Y faith in Chrift I walk with God,

With heav'n, my journey's end, in view; Supported by his ftaff and rod *,

My road is safe and pleasant too. 2 I travel through a desert wide,

Where many round me blindly stray ;
But he vouchsafes to be my guide to

And will not let me miss my way. 3 Tho' snares and dangers throng my path,

And earth and hell my course withstand,
I triumph over all by faith t,

Guarded by his Almighty hand. 4 The wilderness affoids no food,

But God for my support prepares ;
Provides me ev'ry needful good,
And frees


soul from wants and cares. 5 With him. sweet converse I maintain,

Great as he is, I dare be free ; 1.tell him all my grief and pain,

And he reveals his love to me.
6 Some cordial from his word he brings,

Whene'er my feeble spirit faints;
At once my soul revives and fings,
And yields no more to fad complaints.
Psalm xxiii, 4.

t.Pfalm cvii. * Psalm xxvii. I. 2.

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